My name is Mohamed Al-Masri, I am 30 years old. I am a father, a husband, and a human being struggling to survive in a forgotten corner of this world.

I am a person with special needs. I suffer from a physical disability in my left leg that makes every step an agony. Yet I walk for hours—sometimes I crawl—just to bring home something to feed my family. No job, no income, no medicine, no food, not even diapers to protect my children from the cold and damp.

Can you imagine watching your children cry from hunger, and you have nothing to give them? Have you ever had to hide your tears, swallow your pride, and pretend to be strong, when deep down you are shattered? I live that reality every single day. At times, I feel like just a shadow, slowly fading from the inside. But I keep fighting—for them, only for them.

I am not asking for much... just to be seen, to be heard. I appeal to your humanity. Consider me your brother who has fallen and found no hand to lift him up. Help me feed my children, buy them milk, diapers… and a little bit of hope.